shock!As soon as he came back, his house was ransacked and he was exiled.

This day was Zhang Qilu's most unlucky day.

He came back from town, bragging and being admired by others. He was in a state of ecstasy, as if he was lying in the clouds, and his bones were soft.

He has money in his hands and does not panic when doing things. Although Jiang Zhimiao doesn't give cheap movies to that little girl, it is within his expectation. Although he is unhappy, he is not particularly unhappy.

It's just that he thinks that little girl Jiang Zhimiao is too stingy. The business is so big that she doesn't even pay a few cents less, and she's already the shopkeeper and she's still so stingy. It's too stingy.

Originally, he was going to be angry and not go to Jiang's house to buy it, but the town was so far away, and just riding in an ox cart cost a few cents. Not only was it not cheap, but it also cost a lot more money. It was too much. Not a good deal anymore.

Although Jiang Zhimiao was stingy, her goods were indeed good, genuine and not adulterated. He felt that he was a big man and ignored the villain, so he should condescend to buy it for a while.

I don’t know if I didn’t buy it, but I was shocked when I bought it. The Jiang family’s packaging is a bit too exquisite. It only costs fifteen cents, and it’s packed in a whole porcelain bottle. Is this really not a loss?
Zhang Qilu couldn't help but think.

I asked him to go to the woods behind and cut some bamboo, which could fit into a whole bamboo pipe. It was durable and resistant to falling, so he wouldn't be at a loss.

However, this porcelain bottle is indeed good, high-end and classy, ​​but it is not very durable. Zhang Qilu thought, he must protect these rejuvenation potions, this, this is his lifeblood!

All the money he earned from working in the town for so many days was on the porcelain bottles in his arms. If they were broken, he would not live.

This is not money that can be squandered casually. This is the hard-earned money that he earned from his hard work!
He didn't know whether he was dizzy with joy or something, but he didn't even think of using his long gown to carry it.

Is the man who hugged me cautiously and with a silly look still the man who had been shot?
That smart, wise, arrogant man?

Just be stupid, and someone saw him. He felt like he was struck by lightning. This was an embarrassment that his life could not bear!

Not an ordinary embarrassment!It's such an embarrassment that the shame is thrown to the horizon!
Okay, just look and see it. Anyway, there is no one at the moment. What can you do if you see it?He is still the arrogant, smart, and capable man in the eyes of others.

After tonight, he is still the most popular man among the girls and wives of Tianshui Village.

He is still the same beautiful man who stands in front of the wind. As long as he stands there and moves his mouth, he can charm all the young ladies and young wives.

It's really not the case just to hug her. Well, he could be merciful and listen to that little girl Jiang Zhimiao's movie for a while and carry her in her long gown.

Holding and suffering is not only a kind of torture to his body, but also to his spirit.

Not only did he have to be careful about whether there were any pebbles under his feet, but he also had to hug the rejuvenation potion tightly. It was indeed a bit difficult to hug him all the way home.

Zhang Qilu felt that he was capable of this level of difficulty, but why didn't he use a long gown when he was wearing a long gown?

It saves effort and relieves him of worries. Isn't this a killing two birds with one stone?

He was prepared to do just that, to find another way to protect his treasure, his money.

Just by changing hands, why did it break?Broken!Broken!It actually broke!

I changed my hand again and it was all broken. It was all broken!

He hated it. Today was obviously the happiest day since he went to work in the town, so why did he lose all his money?It was completely broken, and not a single copper was lost.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry. He was a man, and he was an upright man.But, but he really wanted to cry. That was his money. It was the money he had worked so hard for so many days and saved one coin at a time. That was the money he had saved without giving up food or clothing. ah.

He can't cry!This was outside, at the door of Jiang's house, under the eyes of that little girl Jiang Zhimiao. If he cried, would he still be able to see her?Can he still maintain his image in the hearts of the villagers?

Yes, he couldn't cry. Zhang Qilu blinked his eyes. There was nothing more sad than heartbreak. He just felt that there was nothing in this world worth his nostalgia.

He wanted to die so much, he wanted to cry, he wanted to die, and he even wanted to go back to the time when he had just bought the potion, slap his brainless self hard and wake him up, and slap him until he noticed that he could still use the pocket of his gown. Until you take the rejuvenation potion!

But there is no regret medicine in this world, let alone any medicine that can be put back on, he hates it!He hated his sudden lack of thinking, why he had to change hands, why he didn't just take the potion back.

Feel free to feel uncomfortable, at least you can take the potion back with you all, which is good now. The money is gone, the potion is gone, and you can’t get anything. He hates it!

His teeth were itching with hatred, his eyes were red with hatred, and he hated his own incompetence even more.

Incompetent, is it reasonable that such a smart person can still be incompetent sometimes?This is unreasonable!
But the light blue liquid on the ground was still lying there. It was flowing along the flattened ground, and it was all smearing, so fast that he didn't even react. It’s gone, gone!
Completely gone!His eyes were sore, Zhang Qilu wiped the corners of his eyes, they were wet, those were his tears of regret, those were his tears of sadness.

He opened his hands, trying to keep one or two, but the medicine sloshed down faster than he could speak. It was gone, everything was gone, the money was gone, and the things were gone.

For a moment, sadness, anger, regret, and various emotions were intertwined together. He couldn't breathe and felt depressed. He bit his lower lip, trying to calm down these complicated emotions.

But it was useless, it began to spread, spreading to every corner of the body, from top to bottom, no one was spared.

His eyes were wet, those were his tears, his tears of regret. Zhang Qilu held it back but did not hold it back. He pursed his lips, trying to stop the strange feeling coming from his throat.

The Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and a whimper came out of his mouth. It was a plaintive, intermittent, and sad sound.

"Ahhhhhh" Zhang Qilu opened his mouth unconsciously. He scratched his throat, trying to stop this strange sound from coming out.

It's useless, it's useless at all. It's an unstoppable, instinctive sound that comes out regardless of his will.

His eyes were sore, his nose was sore, his heart was sore, he felt uncomfortable everywhere, he couldn't hold it any longer, he couldn't hold it any longer.

His shoulders were shaking slightly, and he bit his lower lip tightly. He raised his head and blinked, silent tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

Finally, he couldn't help it anymore, and he burst into tears. He lay on the ground and cried heartbrokenly.

He didn't care about any man who couldn't shed tears easily or his image. He was in pain. It was a heartbreaking pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

The man didn't shed tears easily, but he didn't reach the sad point. He understood, he finally understood.

His money, his medicine, his image are gone, everything is gone!

A deafening sound came from his mouth. Zhang Qilu's eyes were red, he held his head and shouted: "No! No! My money!"

Trouble, so unlucky!What a bad luck. He was very unlucky.

He had worked in vain for several months and gained nothing. He was so unlucky.